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Chapter V. “It Isn’t Strychnine, Is It?”

           

           “Suppose,”suggestedPoirot,“that,unknowntoyou,shehadmadeanewwillinfavourofsomeonewhowasnot,inanysenseoftheword,amemberofthefamily—wewillsayMissHoward,forinstance—wouldyoubesurprised?”

           “Notintheleast.”

           “Ah!”Poirotseemedtohaveexhaustedhisquestions.

           Idrewclosetohim,whileJohnandthelawyerweredebatingthequestionofgoingthroughMrs.Inglethorp’spapers.

           “DoyouthinkMrs.InglethorpmadeawillleavingallhermoneytoMissHoward?”Iaskedinalowvoice,withsomecuriosity.

           Poirotsmiled.

           “No.”

           “Thenwhydidyouask?”

           “Hush!”

           JohnCavendishhadturnedtoPoirot.

           “Willyoucomewithus,MonsieurPoirot?Wearegoingthroughmymother’spapers.Mr.InglethorpisquitewillingtoleaveitentirelytoMr.Wellsandmyself.”

           “Whichsimplifiesmattersverymuch,”murmuredthelawyer.“Astechnically,ofcourse,hewasentitled——”Hedidnotfinishthesentence.

           “Wewilllookthroughthedeskintheboudoirfirst,”explainedJohn,“andgouptoherbedroomafterwards.Shekepthermostimportantpapersinapurpledespatch-case,whichwemustlookthroughcarefully.”

           “Yes,”saidthelawyer,“itisquitepossiblethattheremaybealaterwillthantheoneinmypossession.”

           “Thereisalaterwill.”ItwasPoirotwhospoke.

           “What?”Johnandthelawyerlookedathimstartled.

           “Or,rather,”pursuedmyfriendimperturbably,“therewasone.

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